Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2011 20:49:17 -0800
From: Miles
Subject: A Father's Challenge
Disclaimer...the following story is entirely fictional and the characters
not related to anybody nor to any situation. It is a product of my
storytelling imagination. I hope you enjoy it. By the way, thanks to all
of you for your wonderful emails. I enjoy hearing from you. Comments can
be sent to iwalked7miles@aol.com .
Part 4
The steady patter of rain against the cabin bedroom window woke me from a
rested sleep. It was early morning. I picked up my phone to see the time.
I'd slept a little later the my usual Saturday morning time. I sensed the
presence of my morning hardon but it didn't have any demands over me like
some mornings. Naturally, my thoughts brought Lucas to the surface of my
consciousness. It was like escaping one world and going into another for
me.
I was genuinely enthused to the fresh memories of yesterday. Along with
something else. I felt challenged about something and couldn't put my
finger on it. Of course it had everything to do with me and my son. How
easily I accepted to heart the events of the day before. His fingertips
were still tingling my body hair and flesh.
Rolling onto my back, I stared at the dark ceiling, listening to the rain.
It was steady, heavy, and it made me grin. No wood chopping today! And I
could think about this sightless challenge ahead of me. Lucas asked me
some very good questions about myself, all to my honest answers. I treated
this situation as I would in any other situation I was teaching my son and
other kids about. How could it not be enlightening?
I knew that I was going to allow this to be Lucas' weekend. Now that I
revealed much about myself, I was curious to hear what else the kid might
want to know about me. I thought that this is literally what it feels like
to be an open book, letting him pick it up and read it at his own pace.
My wanting knowledge of him too had become stronger. I wanted to see his
private side, the part of him at his age that he has to keep in his bedroom
from everyone else. I wanted to compare it to my own youth and see where
it was the same and where it was different. So far, he wasn't admitting
anything I hadn't gone through. The difference for him, however, was that
I was listening. I'm sure he felt good about that.
I got up to do nature's calling, halling my ass to the bathroom to relieve
myself. As I was leaving, a sleepy Lucas met me at the open door. He
looked at me with a faint smile and his forehead to my right shoulder.
"Morning."
"Morning, son," I said, fluffing his tummy with an open palm. He went to
move past me and I said, "It's not easy to piss with a woody like that,
huh?"
He blushed. "No, but it usually goes down after a moment of standing
here." Nodding, I left him to his privacy.
It may have been raining but it was still just warm enough to not get goose
bumps being totally nude. In the middle of the living room I stretched to
tell my body to get out of bed with me, then sat down on the recliner.
These kind of days were meant to be lazy.
A couple minutes later, Lucas appeared, and sat on the couch. He still had
a very sleepy appearance. "You stay up late?" He nodded. "What'd you
bring for entertainment?" I had to ask.
He shrugged, "A couple books, PSP; not much. I figured I'd get a lot more
stroking time in on this trip."
Lucas said it very casually, and he looked at me sheepishly to see if it
was alright that he said something like this out loud. "Me too," I
admitted, "I look forward to this every year. Getting the stuff done I
need to and then just letting my body take over."
He liked my response. "So it really is okay then to just keep letting
myself be...well be who I am when I'm alone?"
"Of course," I said. An appreciative smile swept over my lips. Watching
him with my head cocked slightly, I told him, "It's good to see you like
this."
Lucas fell back on the couch, looking over his nudity. "You know, dad,
it's weird just being naked. It's taking some getting used to, but I'm
liking it. When I first got up, I went to put my shorts on, but
remembered...yesterday," He said the latter word with thoughtfulness. I'm
sure he was thinking about everything just as I was.
I smiled inwardly remembering his premature ejaculation at my slight touch.
I should have warned him that the first time he's with a girl it would
probably happen then as well, but decided against. It had happened to me.
I was embarrassed at the time and never spoke to that girl again. Perhaps
with his having it happen with me, he wouldn't feel the embarrassment I
did. I certainly didn't give off a bad reaction to it for him to think
about. I understood all too well.
My son started staring out the picturesque bay window, lost in thought. It
was a perfect opportunity for me to just let my eyes enjoy looking at him.
He went into one of those kind of trances that you'd have to say his name
two or three times before he came out of it. I preferred that he remain in
that trance so I could see all the changes I miss in him on a daily basis.
After a couple minutes I couldn't stop an urgency the overwhelmed me all of
a sudden. It was something I'd never have asked him if yesterdeay didn't
happen. "Luke?" Oh yes, he was in one of those trances. "Lucas?" I said
a little louder.
"Yeah?" He asked, his stare still out there in the distance.
"Can I hold you?" These words flowed from my tongue with a hell of a lot of
love.
Snapping out of his trance, he looked at me, somewhat surprised but cool
with it. "Sure, dad." I stood and moved to the couch, watching him move
too in a way that told me he didn't know how I expected him to do this. I
gently lay down and held my right arm up for him to crawl into the space
between the couch back and my body. He snuggled into me warmly and we
repositioned ourselves for me to have both arms around him. "Safe," He
muttered.
"What's that?" I asked.
He burrowed his forehead to my cheek. I felt his breath on my chest.
"There are some things I'd rather forget about in life, but this isn't one
of them," He explained. "I have a long memory of all the times you held me
when I was much younger. Like when we were out doing something and I was
tired, this is where I was. Or if I fell off my bike or hurt myself
somehow, this is where I was. I was safe. I'm safe."
I could feel his steady heartbeat between us. He made me feel sentimental.
This let me know just how much he trusted me unconditionally. I
strengthened my arms around him tenderly.
Lucas began playing with my chest hair. I could see his face closely at an
odd angle. I wasn't at all surprised that he didn't get aroused; i I
looked to see this. His flacid cock rested on my upper thigh, my larger
cock laying over that same thigh by his. He made no move to be playful in
a horny way. I loved it.
"If you don't already know," I said, "the rain doesn't look like it will be
stopping any time soon." He didn't respond, so I asked, "what would you
like to do today?"
He thought about that, gently pulling at my chest hair but not enough to
hurt. "I must be starting to wake up."
"Oh?" I chuckled. "Why do you say that?"
"Because my cock is trying to think of every reason to be the center of
attention. That's the only way I can explain it," he paused. "It just
wakes up. I deal with this a lot." He laughed. "Sometimes I think I'm
playing follow the leader, because I don't have much choice."
We both laughed about that. "It's gonna be that way for quite a long time,
so you better get used to it," I warned playfully.
He raised his upper body enough to look in my eyes. "For real?" He asked,
then rolled his eyes. "Then I'm going to be in a lot of trouble."
I broke out laughing, hugging him back to my body. "Have no fears, son,
because you'll learn when you can just let it all out, and when to keep it
all inside you."
"Well I better," He said seriously, "because you have no idea how often I
try to get out of doing things just because it calls me."
I shot a 'you don't think I know this?' look at him. He blanched and
looked down at my right nipple. When he looked into my eyes again, it was
with thanks. "You do know. I have to remember that. I can't believe how
much easier this is starting to feel talking with you about it."
"And I'm loving it," I smirked. "We have more in common then you know.
But finding out is yours for the asking, son. And since it's raining," I
yawned, feeling an extra sleepiness come over me, "I wouldn't mind just
curling up for a while."
Lucas looked casually down to our cocks, watching them briefly. I was
utterly content to just lay there with him. There was comfort. "Dad, do
you wake up with a woody every morning?"
"Yes," I replied, "I'd be alarmed if I didn't."
He grinned wickedly to this. "That's good to know. I honestly thought I
was some kind of pervert."
"Ha ha!" When he said that I thought about how a lot of guys must think
about themselves because of things beyond their control that were natural
and in common with all of us. "You're quite okay, kiddo."
Returning to look at our cocks, or perhaps my cock, he unabashedly took
hold of it with his right hand, moving it about slowly. His thumb traced a
half of my helmet. I remained soft, just enjoying his interest. He pulled
it up to see how long he could stretch it; tested the thickness at its base
and then it's thinness going to the end. Then he moved to look more
closely, noticing something. "Dad, what's this whitish line?"
"That's the scar from my circumsision. My skin there is just dark enough
that it shows."
He turned his attention to his own cock and looked intently. "I don't see
mine."
I kissed his ear. "You're a tad lighter skinned then me, son." Then I
looked more closely at his cock and took it from his hand. "I don't see it
either."
Up until yesterday and now, I'd never gotten this close to another cock.
By close, I mean really looking at one and touching it. My fingertips
lingered, wanting to, wanting this opportunity with someone I felt I could.
I didn't know what a good looking cock was supposed to look like, but my
son's cock looked beautiful. Then a bell rang in my head and I slowly
removed my hand. We looked at each other and I said, "I don't want to wake
him up."
He laughed, burying his face in the middle of my chest. When he surfaced
to look at me, his face was flush pink. "Dad, I'm gonna say something
strange here," He paused, trying to find the words. "I'm gonna stop
listening to all those things I hear my friends say, everything I overhear
total strangers say, and feel everything you tell me. Because when you
said what you just said," He sighed dramatically, "I know what you meant!"
I'll forever remember this, I recorded in my mind as we looked eye to eye
and started building this bridge between us. Perhaps what he told me
seemed strange to him, I took it as totally knowing. I engulfed and
surrendered to liking our touch, our honesty. I couldn't have wished for a
better or different opportunity to be this close with him.
Our unaroused excitement calmed and he lay into me again, settling down. I
don't know what he was thinking, but we were both staring out the bay
window now, comfortable. Closer. It felt right having him pressed against
me. Everything I knew about being a man I wanted to share. I had no
agendas, no terms, no needs beyond learning. I knew I had things to learn
here too. I was excited to know what I had to learn from this.
I wanted to be able to mind read between us. It would, to me, be the
ultimate bond if there was an ultimate bond I could ever imagine between
us. I believed that that was beginning. How? By simply letting him know
absolutely everything about me. No holds barred.
We lay there for a good forty minutes, at times looking out the window, at
times feeling my son's hand wander over my body, cupping my balls. I
raised up my left leg at one point to give him access to my hairy inner
thigh. He'd already learned I was somewhat ticklish there, and he used it
to get a response out of me.
Lucas was enjoying this just as much as I was, I was learning. I let him
play the field. He wasn't doing anything offensive to my mentality. It
was actually inviting on my part.
Me? I was seeing a physical part of me in a completely different body
candidly. How could I not want that now that it was between us? I wanted
to touch him, and I did in total casualness. I used the tip of my finger
to trace his torso, his arms, his exposed outer thigh, his pubic hair, his
smooth ball sack. He raised his right leg at the knee for me to even touch
his inner thigh, watching my hand with interest throughout all of it.
Lucas was beautiful to me. Though all three of my kids were, this
was...ultimate.
Eventually, all those parts of him I was touching, I witnessed again his
cock going from soft to hard. Looking at his face, I saw that he'd closed
his eyes at some point. "Is it taking over?" I asked.
He grinned, eyes remaining closed. "Not this time," His eyes opened slowly
and found mine. "I'm letting it."
I nodded. He lifted himself and sat over me. I realized that my cock was
stiffening under his ass. I reached in and pulled it free and his weight
came down on me lightly. When my cock was fully hard, it arched up a bit
toward him. He smiled at the sight of it. "I liked making you cum last
night," He said. "I mean, being able to jack you off."
My hands went to his outer hips gently. "I liked it too," I admitted. I
was actually surprised with myself that I meant it.
"I'd do it again..." He started, but his voice trailed off as if not sure
he should admit what he was saying.
This was the part that affected me. Letting him. Me wanting to let him.
Me knowing it was okay to let him. I shot my glance to the bay window and
looked outside at the steady rain. It wasn't hard to let myself relax.
"Well," I said, "we're hard, it's a rainy day, we're stuck inside, and we
both love to get off." I looked back at his expectant eyes. "Why not?"
He looked like he'd won a golden trophy as the fingers of his right hand
gripped my cock and started stroking me, his cock bouncing against it.
Lucas tried different ways of jacking me off. Slowly. Quick strokes.
Using his thumb at the tip of my cock, which was very exciting.
I didn't go for touching him, because I believed he'd have another
premature release, and he didn't seem to care that I didn't. I did ask
him, "Do you want me to cum first?"
With a smirk and wry smile he told me, "I think I'm gonna blow as soon as I
see you blow without being touched!"
What he said was very relaxing. His helping hand was already getting me
close to popping. "Well I'm close now," I admitted. He started beating my
cock faster. I loved it. He leaned toward me as he jacked me off, his
face closer to mine, watching my reaction. I was in heaven. "I never get
jacked off like this," I said breathlessly, keeping eye contact with him,
feeling the roil in my balls get closer and closer.
"Pop it, dad," Lucas said softly, lovingly. Just saying that made my balls
jump. With a grunt unusual to the way I usually came, I felt that first
wave of how it happens. A river of sperm blew up my torso, wetting down my
chest hair. I let out a sigh of contentment. Lucas knew it wasn't over
and kept stroking me, watching, jaw dropped and eyes wide. Then my body
gave out to the spurts. I moaned and jerked as the spurts erupted, hitting
my neck, left shoulder, upper chest, then ebbing.
I didn't care at that moment to see my son's reaction, I just wanted to
enjoy the release, let my head lull back and close my eyes as I panted,
letting him see my enjoyment.
"Ah!" I snapped my eyes open to see Lucas grab his cock, lift his body up,
and begin shooting sperm with hard pelts hitting my nipples and upper
chest, his body spasming eratically as he came. His orgasm was pleastantly
echoing in the confines of the cabin and I watched gladly, smiling at
seeing his becoming a young man. I even loved feeling his sperm on my
flesh and in my body hair. It hit hot and then went warm and planted
itself like a small puddle on me.
I looked at my cum drenched torso, and sighed, feeling my son's fist
pressurize into the pillow under my head when he leaned over me more
closely, then finally collapse on top of me, our sperm making a flesh
meeting wetty flesh sound. We breathed against one another like this for
several moments until that calm hit us and we were just happy to be where
we were.
We lay there, and I thought, I feel my son's happiness to share. He wants
me to know this. I pulled him to me in the position we started in, his
head burrowed in the crook of my head and shoulder, his upper arm on my
chest, getting wet with our sperm. He didn't shy to this. Instead, I
watched as his hand slid down and rubbed our sperm into me like a lotion.
But he found out it didn't stay that way. It got sticky eventually.
When he noticed this and stopped, I said, "It dries fast."
He chuckled. "So I'm finding out." He looked at his hand, caked in our
drying sperm, but he seemed to study this as if it were something he needed
to learn for a test.
"Time for a shower," I said, lifting up, causing him to get up also. "A
rain shower," I added, walked to the door, threw it open and stepped
outside. I stepped out into the pouring rain and opened my arms, letting
the rain wash over me. A moment later, I felt my son press against my left
arm as he joined me.
I looked at him with a smile. "You gotta love being a man? Huh?" I shook
my head vigorously as the rain drenched my hair and body.
He was smiling, and forced himself beside me so I had no choice but to wrap
an arm around and hug him close. When we met eye to eye, we knew
instinctively we just shared one of the greatest moments between us of our
lives...
To be continued...